I tried and not only destroyed all this absolutely beautiful fabric that a friend bought me from Thailand, but also 2 dresses that I bought myself in Thailand AND somehow my fingers tooo.😳..
I love seeing those old styles- especially the beautiful and classy dresses from the 60's from the days of the Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin movies...
And you know what the other spin out is, The photo of mum in her 21st dress was taken in 1962 and I made 19.62 on this post! 😱
And one of the patterns mum has written Oct 1961 on it- exactly 60 years ago from now! 😱
And when mum died, I found 4 big scraps books in the cupboard that her brother had made in the 60's and 70s ( he died in 79) and put them on the table and the first date on the first page that he wrote in there was the same date as it was that day that I found them and opened them!
And the 2nd photo of him, he had written on the back was my exact birth date on it. So I know exactly where he was the night I was born! How cool is that!
Wow those memories are really great to keep close knowing all the history attached to them. It really is the small little things that we realize later are the ones we hold on to.
Yes I do agree, however I just have no room to keep mums patterns, fabrics AND her dresses too- as much as I want to keep them because they were hers...I just can't..
Over time we have to let go, perhaps look into family first if anyone would love to enjoy them.
Great idea but I don't know anyone in the 21st century (in my family) that has that 19inch waist that mum and the girls somehow did back then...😅
Corsets.... confined into a tight frame!
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